Rompiendo La Yuca lp - one of the corners of the cover has very to light wear from shipping to the vendor (Vinyl)

Salvaje Montoya – Rompiendo La Yuca lp - one of the corners of the cover has very to light wear from shipping to the vendor

If From Dusk Till Dawn had been made in Barcelona and filmed in a gambling den in the Zona Franca, the soundtrack would not be by Tito & Tarántula but by Salvaje Montoya. They are rats from the same sewer: red lipstick, neighborhood divinities, myths taken from the sleeve, border airs, sensual Latin atmospheres of three to a room, very little shame and much, much rocknroll, the real one, the one that comes from the bowels , strangles frustrations, makes mature women dance, blows up stages and ears, and forces the respectable to shake to paroxysm.

Savage Montoya have nothing and that's why they give it their all: they just want to be pimps and rave as long as they can, get as much juice out of the floor-breaking riffs as they can think of, like The Sonics from the neighborhood, play to break their faces and forget the fucking routine that eats us all, putting sticks in the wheels with verses like "when the final judgment arrives, there will be a legal vacuum in your buttocks" or "you fall on your face and you think you fly, you did the conga in the precipice: you are the local legend” or this deliciously disgusting “savor the canapé sliding down her tits.”